Chords for Bruce Gutho - Songsmith

Ladies and gentlemen, North Scotia, Bruce Guthrow. _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
One, two.
_ [Gm] _ [Cm] _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ _ _ Corner by the window, small upstairs apartment.
There's a writer with his instrument [Fm] in hand.
_ _ He shuts the streets with chords, _
pieces cross the dusty floor.
Searches for a melody to [Cm] bend.
[Eb] He [Cm] reaches for a paper as he feels an inspiration.
From the child he sees playing on the [Fm] lawn,
_ _ begins a pious trade. _
Reality begins to fade and he finds a place he [Gm] feels where [Cm] he belongs.
_ [Bb] And [Eb] I don't think Michelangelo [Ab] could have painted [Eb] any better.
[Ab] The picture that [Eb] he painted in [Fm] my mind.
_ _ _ There [Gm] lies the beauty of the [Cm] song.
_ _ _ [Bb] Taking place [Cm] anytime.
_ _ _ Years and memories they fade.
Stars are born and stars are made.
The world forgets so [Fm] easily.
_ _ We are mortal men. _
It's why he struggled with his pen.
Try and [G] leave us something to [Cm] believe.
_ _ Still on and on and on he goes.
In an ever-changing flow of all.
Till darkness fills the sky.
[Ab] _ [Fm] _ Who ever really knows. _
Why it goes the way it goes.
[Cm] Only those who dare to ask why.
_ And [Eb] I don't think Michelangelo [Ab] could have [Eb] painted any better.
[Ab] The picture that [Eb] the old man [Fm] sang.
_ There _ [Gm] lies the beauty of the [Cm] song.
_ _ _ [Bb] Take [Eb] any place you [Cm] want to be.
_ _ _ [Ab] _ [Eb] There's a [Cm] fire.
In _ [Ab] the [Bb] dark and always [Cm] on his mind.
_ _ [Ab] _ [Bb] There's a fire [Cm]
burning.
_ [Bb] He's trying to find a reason [Gm] for life.
Oh [Fm] for life.
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_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [G] _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ [Eb] No I don't think _ [Ab] Michelangelo could have painted [Eb] any better.
_ [Ab] The picture [Eb] that he painted [Fm] in my mind.
_ _ There [Gm] lies the beauty of [Cm] the song.
Take _ [Bb] _ [Eb] any place, [Cm] any time. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[N] _ _ _ Thank you Ottawa. _ _ _
_ _ _ I'm Scott Perot. _ _
_ _ _ _ Say goodbye. _ _